Blonde

Been in love, once or twice
A dash of bitter, a pinch of nice
But I was here when they were there
Been around but went nowhere

Brunettes, blondes, black, the rare red
I've taken all of them to my bed
But when they wake, I am gone
Joined at night, out by dawn

But now I'm here, the world stops getting colder
So give me time to get these devils off my shoulder
Because despite my urge, my wishes, I've grown fond
Of my brown eyed, flowing, lovely blonde